Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
"They don't know what to charge!!" - A go to expression used by my mother when paying for, or witnessing, what she deems to be extortionately priced goods or services. I'm unsure if this is a Yorkshire colloquialism used by the Tyke lass, or a saying utilised throughout the UK; however it's use to describe overpriced... Continue Reading →
It's Saturday morning. Sitting here in the dining room of my parents house on the Wakefield/Leeds borders, I'm mulling over my itinerary for this pleasant autumnal day. As I'm easily distracted, though, I don't envisage this period of contemplation will be overly protracted. My mum has been in the kitchen updating their fridge magnets with the latest news on... Continue Reading →